A Haines Home Companion: Alabama, Arkansas, I sure love my Maw and Paw
I used to live in a rock house, and before that I lived in a big ol brick house. Now I’m in an apartment community, and I just can’t decide how I want to write about it because it doesn’t feel permanent. There aren’t any tulips ready to pop their little heads up out of the ground – only mud puddles in the courtyard overlooking the interstate. I can’t walk out and say, “look at our lovely garden,” either.
What if we move to Africa one day, or what if the New Madrid Fault Line quakes too hard and knocks down the Mississippi bridge, and I can’t get back to my Mama and Daddy in Alabama. Where’s home then?
We all know the answer. Home is with my man and my boys, and Home is where I’ll see my Jesus face to face. Right now we’re just a reflection of all that – or that’s what we’re trying to see at least.
I’m back in mind to have a new version of my old Rock Home Companion because I’m missing this great opportunity to keep up with the little things here. I haven’t even posted a picture of my children in a long time.
So here’s an update of just a few things I’ve failed to mention:
Storm Troopers at dinner just don’t have very respectful mannerisms during prayer time, but then again, Mama was taking a picture during prayer time. Happens.
After over 6 years of having at least one child in diapers, we have had a diaper-free home for several months. We went to Chuck-E Cheese to celebrate my Big Boys.
When we were home during the holidays, Ian was on a Goldilocks and the Three Bears kick. Here he is dressed like my daddy and wearing his glasses. He’s an amazing story teller. They both are.
As part of the Haines Home Companion, I want to keep up with my homeschool woots and woes. Here’s a photo of Isaac reading a book to himself, and he’s wearing footy pajamas. Can it get better than that?
I feel like I’ve had more hard days than good ones with my developing homeschool life, but the good days are really really good. The younger two are best friends, and they zoom about in their roos, while flying superheros in the air. The good days are marked by laughter. The good days are marked by three boys cuddled in a puppy-pile on the couch listening intently to books like Dr. Dolittle.
It seems the goofier we get, the more they learn. And all this is positioned by my willingness to slow down and release my self-imposed deadlines. For example, here’s a video of Isaac dramatizing what he had learned in Science that day.